The night was dark
and full of
unwanted adventures.
-----
The breeze dances through the
trees,
and a song for peace whistles
by my ear,
mother nature taps her
fingers on the keys,
of a piano made of fallen
leaves.
-----
The weekend wasn't long
enough
to make up for
today.
-----
The blue in your eyes shimmers,
like dawn dish soap on stainless steel.
The flow of your hair,
wavy and smooth like something
equally as wavy and smooth.
Your voice as warm and welcoming
as that of a chick-fil-a employee.
I'm really bad at similes
but that doesn't change the fact
that I think you're wonderful.
-----
Black old dog with
greying whiskers.
Dead dry grass,
capturing warmth.
Slaughter House Five
Biscotti & Coffee
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